Over the past year or so I have, more-or-less, moved past masturbating like a male in exchange for cumming more like a lady.With my limp clitty tightl...y tucked downwards into the open-ended liner of my panties—like it is situated 98% of the time anyway—I gently rub (or ‘nub’ if you will) the underside tip of my panty-encased clit with one, meticulously manicured finger. Although this is an exquisitely feminine way to cum—much different than jacking it—it’s NOT a sissygasm (as we’re defining it. I was in one of my exchange bookshops and there’s a ‘Busen’ magazine, which is German. She’s not just on the cover but TOPLESS on the cover, and I’m rooted to the spot with the mag held up close to my face. I already know what’s going to happen – after all, She’s made me time after time before, often showing a lot less than this, even in a tight top She can make me spontaneously – and after pulsations and low whimpers under my breath, trickles of pre-cum soak into my pants before I bend nearly. I was a bit pissed that she had said I would do this without even asking me but then I thought he was quite cute. He always made a point of talking to me and he’d call out “Hi Becky!” whenever he saw me. I’d always chip back “Hi Mr C!” and he would grin and remind me to just call him Alan and not be so formal seeing as we were such close neighbours. I’d nod “OK” and twirl from him giving him a flash of my thigh as I did so. I knew he was watching for this and I’d caught him staring at me a few. “I’m sorry, I’ll keep it a secret.”But that was not enough to convince Sir Javid, and he gave Arthur a hard smack to his bare butt with his open palm, causing the boy to yelp again.“Promise it.” Sir Javid said coldly. “Swear it on your family.”“I promise,” Arthur said, his small hand balling up into fists as Sir Javid brought his hand down on his butt once more. “And I swear it on my family. I swear I won’t tell anyone, I swear it!”“Good.” Arthur felt the weight on his back disappear as Sir.